Like this:

Sometimes, between the evening news, moments of haste
and irrelevant conversations, I wish we could turn it all off,
climb under the covers and savor every second we have left.
like when you sleep peacefully without a worry line or squint
of those beautiful eyes, just a sense of calm in the night air
as you squeeze me a little tighter when you turn; the stars
dancing to our rhythmic undertones as the flippant moon
flips horizontally to mimic your subtle, supple smile. Those
goodbye kisses in the morning as the scent of your cologne
wafts past me and lingers long after you leave, like memory
of your lips leave this beating in my chest and the song I play
a dozen times to sing out all this joy, but it just won’t leave.